Cash

Come here girl I need your bag
54321 I need that cash
I see digits I'm talking math
Bad bitch with some ass to grab
Bend over give it a smack
Take a nap sit back girl relax
The kush will take you off the map
I need the cash like where is it at
Find the cash like peek a boo
Flip a QP off two
Fuck a job I ain't coming thru
I'll be broke before I ever work for you
My own business what I'm minding
Need the cash so I'm steady grinding
Coming for mines don't remind me
Cash all I see it just blinds me

Vibing in and out of conscious
Getting fed up with all of this nonsense
I don't need your likes fuck your comments
We work it until we all profit
I need the guap, need it ASAP
You might get shot if u intervene
You niggas goofy like a fucking meme
I'm posted chilling with the same old team
I'm chilling with the squad rolling up a quad
I just need the guap, I don't need applause
Always for the cash thats the only cause
Niggas steady creeping gotta hit the pause
Catch him with the paws, got a broken jaw
I be spitting raw, The future was I saw
Cop a couple jars that'll split yo grip
Thats monkey bar climbing up the charts
Air-claim and park, You didn't even start
& we got that aim that's bad news for marks
Need a girl down to ride like rosa parks
Gotta keep it straight me like pants with starch
We see you bluffing tryna play like ya hard
Pull on up ya like weights in prisons yards
Pull up on ya like a diaper
One shot like American sniper
& I know that the feds steady lurking
Cause my line busy steady chirping
I just get the work & then I serve it
She tryna twerk but I'm curving
She seem perfect but ain't worth it
Bitch I'm on the move yeah I'm swerving
Tryna ride my wave well I'm surfing
Money smell better than her perfume

Come here girl I need your bag
54321 I need that cash
I see digits I'm talking math
Bad bitch with some ass to grab
Bend over give it a smack
Take a nap sit back girl relax
The kush will take you off the map
I need the cash like where is it at
Find the cash like peek a boo
Flip a QP off two
Fuck a job I ain't coming thru
I'll be broke before I ever work for you
My own business what I'm minding
Need the cash so I'm steady grinding
Coming for mines don't remind me
Cash all I see it just blinds me



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Reynolds
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